[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] #10 Aunt Sue's Inn --> Jake's
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Sutton Smith [@Morose][/center][hr]

Liam paced back and forth as he listened, he'd been on the phone for the past hour with a spokesperson from FEMA regarding the earthquake that morning in California. On one hand, he hated fieldwork, he'd much rather be sitting in the newsroom in New York having this conversation than in his hotel room in a smalltown Inn in the place where the end of the world was meant to be happening. On the other hand, he loved being out, seeing a story develop first-hand, and being the first person to compile it for CNN to put together into a report that evening.

[color=686F91][b]"Yes, everyone's thoughts and prayers are with the dead and missing, and i'd be happy to help you put that statement to air, but to do that I need a statement from you saying that you don't know how to conduct the search and rescue operation! You've got the next hour until they air, so figure out what you're going to say, and say it."[/b][/color] Hanging up the phone, Liam lowered his phone from his ear and brought his free hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. The small desk in his room was a mess, covered in reports, statistics, both his laptops, and a small printer he'd managed to convince the owners into letting him borrow, it was almost as messy as his desk back in New York, almost.

Things had been a lot easier back in New York, at least before everything started going to shit. Nowadays Liam longed for the time when the most exciting stories they had were oil rigs exploding and leaking millions of gallons of oil into the Gulf of Mexico, or an election, or even a fucking tornado. Alas, it seemed those days were well behind them now, he was almost on a first-name basis with the people at FEMA by now. 

Moving to stand, Liam tucked his phone into his pocket and grabbed his notebook. It was still a little while until the town meeting, and he planned to be there, but first Liam planned to get some coffee. Certainly not any of the coffee at the inn, he'd had it the night before and honestly would have rather just poured boiling water down his throat, no he'd find somewhere that could make a decent cup. He didn't bother to change before he moved out, looking exactly like he did during a normal day at work, blue work shirt, black trousers, nice shoes, and a press badge. Heading out onto the street, he didn't stop for a moment as he continued down the way and toward town hall. 

As he reached town hall he kept going for now, looking for somewhere the next block down which might've had the capacity of sating his caffeine needs. He decided on Jake's, figuring anywhere with a name as unassuming as that had to be at least semi-decent. Wandering past a bearded man who had just left and seemed in quite a hurry, he pushed open the door and moved inside, glancing about before looking toward the woman who he assumed worked there, considering the fact she was, in fact, working. [color=686F91][b]"Do you do coffee? Good coffee?"[/b][/color] He offered a half-smile and moved over to the small bar, grabbing out his wallet as he did so.